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  “That’s a no I presume?” he chuckled in between my needy demands.

  “Just Lily is fine by me.” Then I brushed my tongue across his bottom lip. “Julian?”

  “Yeah, just Lily?”

  The silly name took me by surprise, and I burst out laughing. “You didn’t.”

  “What?” He shrugged his shoulders. “You said, and I repeat, ‘just Lily is fine by me.’”

  My car was not big enough to crawl over the console—but if it was—I wanted him closer to my body. “Shut up.” I tugged at the collar of his shirt, demanding his lips again.

  In between my attacks on his lips, he managed to ask, “I thought you were taking me to dinner?”

  “Oh, yeah, sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize on my account.”

  Clearing my throat. I leaned back, threw the keys into the ignition, and put the car into drive. “Okay, what are we having?” Before I pulled out of the parking space, I glanced over to find Julian staring at me. “What?”

  “I don’t know if I will be able to keep my hands off of you tonight. You kinda initiated the launch sequence.”

  At first I was unsure what he was talking about. Then I let my eyes wander down and saw the bulge in his pants. My heart rate increased, and I quickly glanced away. I rested my head back and closed my eyes for just a second. What was I doing? I had never tried to hump a man so quickly after meeting him. What was it about Julian fucking Moore that had me wanting to ride him like a cowboy? That was a bad expression. More like, I wanted to make him fuck me until the pain of my father passing disappeared.

  “Lily. You okay?”

  Was I okay? I could still feel my body giving off little aftershocks every so often he had me so aroused. “I’m not sure.” He surprised the shit out of me by reaching his hand over and sliding his fingers closer to my core. Thank fuck I had on leggings. Then he lightly squeezed my leg. Shit, the fabric was too thin. I was a goner if he moved his fingers just a fraction. “Julian, be careful, you’re playing with fire.”

  He softly chuckled. “That’s a game I plan to win.”

  My body was telling me to find a bed. My mind was saying, slow your roll.

  I reached for his hand. “I want you obviously.”

  “But?”

  Grabbing his hand, I brought it close to my mouth. “I would love to get to know you a little more. I know, boring.” I kissed each finger and inhaled the scent of arousal in the car.

  “Lily,” he whispered. “I will have you.”

  “I know,” I breathed.

  He cupped the side of my face and turned it toward him. “It’s not boring. It’s smart.” He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “What is it about you? I feel like I have had a constant erection since the moment I met you.”

  I threw my head back and laughed so loud it caused me to snort. Something that wasn’t glamorous about me. Placing my hand over my mouth, I tried to hide anymore snorts that could possibly appear.

  “Did you just snort?”

  “No,” I lied and continued to laugh.

  “Oh, my new life goal is to always make you laugh so hard you snort.”

  I closed my eyes and placed my hands over my face. “Why does everyone find it so fun when I snort?”

  “We’ll record it sometime. It’s damn cute.” He grabbed his seatbelt and latched the two pieces together. “Now that my body is cooperating”—he clapped his hands together—“what’s for dinner?”

  This man was going to get the best of me.

  But I was ready for it all.

  10

  “We’re splitting the bill, right?” I asked over my menu. My eyes were continuously going back to the lobster fettuccini, but it was priced a little high for a first date.

  “Um, is there a right answer here?” he teased, placing his menu down in front of him.

  “Okay, we’ll split.”

  “Why did you ask?”

  “I want something, but I can wait and try it another time if you demand to pay.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Just be aware, I probably will demand to pay.”

  We were at a restaurant called Olives on the strip at Bellagio Casino and Hotel. The restaurant was owned by Chef Todd English. The man knew how make a pasta dish that could make a grown man cry. I knew this because his ravioli dish brought a tear to my father’s eyes several years back.

  The server appeared, holding his pad of paper. “Do you have any questions about the menu?”

  “I was just curious what your specials are tonight?” I asked, reaching for my water. The guy started in on all the specials, and there were a lot of them. When he mentioned the lobster ravioli, I knew that was the winning choice. The moment he finished, I spoke. “I’ll take the lobster ravioli.”

  “Is that what you originally wanted?” Julian asked.

  I knew he wanted me to get what caught my eye earlier. “Actually, the lobster fettuccini had me for a few minutes, then he mentioned the ravioli.”

  “Okay, because you deserve to get whatever you’re craving,” he said, winking. Then he let the server know he wanted the filet mignon with a baked potato and a side of steamed vegetables.

  “I bet you love not being on a special diet?” I teased.

  “More than you know.”

  “Do you miss it?”

  “Fighting? Oh yeah, but the gym helps scratch that itch.”

  I watched as his eyes looked away. He had an expression I couldn’t read etched on his face. “What? You’re not saying something.”

  He turned back toward me and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. If I could change anything about that last fight, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

  “Is it true? It was your opponent’s fault?”

  He shook his head. “No, it was mine. I made a rookie move that cost me my career.”

  I thought about when the injury happened. All the news outlets that covered MMA fights flashed images of Julian in the hospital. He had bolts and rods pointing in all directions on his left leg. It was easy to see by each photo, he had messed up his leg pretty bad.

  One night, when I was out with my father, he’d told me some fighters can make a comeback with an injury. Then he’d stopped for a moment and finally said, “But that injury…he’s done.” My dad seemed so sad when he said the words.

  I didn’t know what to say to Julian. Everything that popped into my mind sounded dumb. He let out this deep sigh, which made me look directly at him. “What?”

  He grinned. Something I could definitely get used to. “Awkward silence sucks.”

  “Let’s fill it with something fun.” I paused for a beat. “Who’s your favorite fighter?”

  “Oh that’s easy, Johnny “The Punisher” Adams.”

  I was just taking a drink of water when he said my dad’s name. Somehow his words really caught me off guard, and I started to choke. I held my arms above my head. “Sorry.” I coughed. “The water went down the wrong tube.” Of course, I was lying.

  He pushed back his chair and stepped over beside me. “Lily, are you okay?” He patted my back.

  “I’m good. Thank you.” I reached back and grabbed his hand in between my coughing fits. “Sorry, what I was really going to say, The Punisher was one of the best.”

  “That’s right. He just passed away recently, didn’t he?”

  The words cut through me, and it took everything in me to not cry. “Uh, yeah. I think a few months ago.” Actually, it was four months, two days, and eight hours when my dad passed. Not that I was counting or anything.

  “Man, did they mention how he died?”

  I really didn’t want to have this conversation. “I need to go to the restroom.” I pushed my chair back a little too quickly and almost knocked over a server. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” I said, placing my hand on the poor woman’s arm and clearing my throat. “Excuse me,” I said awkwardly and started for the bathroom.

  As I pushed the door open, I could hear voices. I made my way to the en
d stall and closed the door quickly. I leaned my back against the tile wall. My dad’s death had not been a topic since moving to Las Vegas, and it was not something I was prepared to even discuss. Maybe I should’ve thought about what to say if his death came up in a conversation. I hated this whole situation.

  The voices started to die down, so I stepped out of the stall only to stop dead in my tracks. Julian was leaning against the door. “What are you doing in here?” I asked while trying to not look obvious as I wiped my tears away. “Did you miss read the sign on the door?” I teased and went to the sink to wash my hands.

  “Lily.”

  I stayed silent.

  “Hey,” he said, touching my arm. Something happened at that moment, and I flinched at his touch. He stepped back. “I’m sorry.”

  It was time to get my big girl panties out of the closet and put those suckers on. “What? Why are you sorry?”

  “You knew him, didn’t you?”

  This conversation just went from shitty to really shitty in a matter of seconds. There was a small couch in the corner of the bathroom. I walked over and sat down. “Yeah, I did.”

  “The way you’re acting, I’m guessing you both were family?” he said, sitting down beside me. “You have a different last name, though.”

  “That’s by design.”

  “I don’t understand?”

  “Daddy wanted me to build my career on my own.” I let the words fall from my lips without thinking.

  “Shit. Lily, I had no idea.”

  “No one does.”

  He reached for my hand. “I won’t tell anyone.”

  A little part of me felt relief someone besides Charlie knew. Then I got nervous because I still didn’t know my dad’s history with Julian. I stood up and turned to face him. Right when I wanted to ask him a question, two women walked into the bathroom.

  They both stopped in their tracks at the sight of Julian. “Um, is this a unisex bathroom?” the one woman asked.

  “No,” I quickly said and walked toward the door. “We’re just leaving.”

  I could feel my heart rate start to pick up. Julian was only a few steps behind me as we made our way back to the table. The food had been delivered, and I could see the steam billowing above each plate. I sat down and placed my napkin on my lap. The awkward silence was back again. This time because of what my big mouth shared. I was starting to feel the edges of regret creep up inside me. Thoughts moved around in my mind as images of my father appeared. He’d always shared everything with the public, except one thing: his daughter. I was off limits to the paparazzi.

  “Lily,” Julian whispered. I glanced up into those stunning green eyes. “Your secret really is safe with me.”

  I nodded. “Thank you.” Words had escaped me at the moment. On one hand, I felt relief. On the other hand…I felt scared. I didn’t know Julian well enough to trust he would keep this from curious ears.

  Just then the server walked up holding a Parmesan grater. “Would you like some grated cheese on your ravioli?”

  “Yes, please.” I leaned back in my chair, wishing this date was almost over. My pajamas were sounding pretty good at the moment.

  As the server walked away, Julian leaned forward. “Okay, you need to share some.”

  I looked at my plate and back at him. “You want me to share my food?”

  “Uh, yeah. That looks amazing.”

  “Well, it is. Have you ever tried a pasta dish at Chef Todd’s place?”

  “No.” Then he reached his fork over and sank the tines down deep into the ravioli. “Now seems like a good time to change that.”

  I slapped the top of his hand. “Get your own, mister.”

  He plunged the whole piece into his mouth and moaned.

  “Good, right?” I chuckled. “True story, the ravioli recipe my dad tried actually brought a tear to his eye. The meal was fucking good.”

  Julian held his plate up. “Want to trade?”

  “No,” I burst out laughing. “Order your own.”

  “I guess we will have to come back.”

  “Oh darn,” I teased.

  I don’t know what happened, but at that moment, I felt unusually comfortable with Julian. Like, this is exactly where I was supposed to be.

  Which felt odd but I was also curious to find out more.

  “Why did you let me order a side of ravioli?” Julian leaned against the three-foot cement wall and moaned.

  “Me?” I shook my head. “Don’t go blaming me. This is all on you.” We’d heard someone at the table next to us mention the fountain show was about to start, so we’d quickly made our way outside. “I don’t know why, but this never gets old.” I nodded toward the fountain.

  The show was exactly what it sounded like, but a hundred times bigger than what you would image. There were hundreds of nozzles that shot off in conjunction with a song played. It was fun to watch. Well, actually it was pretty damn impressive.

  There were a lot of people already there to watch the show, so we squeezed our way through the crowd to the front row. Julian surprised me by pulling my body close to his, which gave others more room to have the prime spot. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I could feel his breath next to my ear. “What should we do after this?” he whispered.

  The sound of his voice sent shock waves down to my core. What was it about this guy that rendered me almost dumb? Okay, dumb was harsh, but my body did stop listening to my demands whenever he was around.

  “Um, go home.”

  He bent so we were facing one another. “Home?”

  “As in, I take you back to the gym, and I go home.”

  “Oh.”

  I patted his arm. “It’s for the best.”

  “Is it?”

  I could hear the sadness in his voice, which made me laugh. “You’ll be okay.”

  Just then the fountain show started, and Celine Dion’s voice rang out over the water. The moment I realized what song was playing, my body loosened, and my legs felt weak. Julian tightened his hold around my body. He whispered beside my ear, “I have you, Lily and I won’t let go.”

  It was Celine’s famous song, My Heart Will Go On that she wrote for the movie Titanic. Images of my father appeared in front of me as the song intensified. It felt too soon to be listening to these words. I still wasn’t sure if I was ready to go on.

  Tears started to fall on their own accord while my eyes stayed glued to the show. God, I missed my dad. I wanted to tell him about Julian, or how we had an amazing pasta dish at Olives. Instead, I had to feel emptiness in my chest.

  Then Julian rested his head on my shoulder directly next to my head. He pulled me in tighter and started to rock back and forth. The movements took me by surprise, and a sound escaped my lips. Julian turned my body to face him and never said a word. I rested my head on his chest and let the tears flow. It was the first time in a very long time I had let myself feel these emotions. Most days it was easier to ignore the pain and punch someone or something instead.

  A few minutes later, I noticed the song had ended, but I was still wrapped tightly in Julian’s arms. I leaned back to look up at him. He lifted his hands up and brushed his thumbs under my eyes. Then he placed his hands on either side of my face. “You okay?” he whispered.

  I had to find every ounce of strength still left inside me, and there wasn’t much. “I think so. I’m sorry.” I placed my hand on his chest. “I got your shirt all wet.”

  “Please don’t apologize,” he insisted.

  Something happened in that moment. I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Almost as if my dad was there and telling me he was okay. “I think I’m ready to head home.” I tried to step out of his embrace.

  “Lily,” he said, stopping me.

  “Yeah?”

  “I am sorry about your dad, and I promise I will never tell anyone.” He paused. “I know we don’t have the trust factor yet, but I wanted to say that again just so you know.”

  I stepped out
of his embrace, needing that distance. “Thank you, Julian. That means a lot.”

  We started walking to where the valet was located at the front entrance of the casino. Julian surprised me by reaching for my hand and tugging me closer to his side. We stayed silent, but it was one of those moments where words were not needed.

  The valet brought my car up finally, and Julian reached his hand out to take the keys. “Let me drive.”

  I really had no desire to get behind the wheel, and I didn’t have the energy to protest. Dropping the keys in the palm of his hand, I walked over to the passenger side to slide in.

  The air was thick with each intake. I reached over and cranked up the AC and then rested my head back against the seat.

  “Lily. We’re at the gym.”

  I heard Julian’s voice but I felt confused. “What?” My eyes flew open. “Shit, did I doze off?”

  He was on my side, squatted down holding my hand. “It’s okay. It’s been a long day.” He squeezed my hand. “Want me to run you home?”

  “No,” I said, stretching. “I’ll be okay.”

  I hopped out of the car and started to make my way to the other side. “Will you be training me, or do I still have to work with Devon.”

  “I plan to fire Devon in about five minutes.”

  My eyes went wide. “What?”

  “From training you, not the gym.”

  “Oh, you scared me for a moment.”

  “What time should I expect you in?”

  It was already late. Plus, I had a feeling Charlie and I would be up late talking for hours. “Let’s do maybe three?”

  “I can do that.”

  Sitting down in the driver seat, I reached over and hit the button to roll down the window. “Thank you. I had a wonderful time.”

  “I did, too. I’m glad the gym approved.” He winked and tapped his hand twice before standing and walking toward the gym.

  I sat there for a moment, trying to take in all that had just transpired over the last several hours. Did I seriously just have the most amazing date with Julian Moore? I wanted to scream like a school girl again, but I held it in this time and started the engine. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Charlie.